Poetry by Francis Florentino

"Two Cups"

Two cups sit in the Lord's handsEach with its own eternal bandsOne of mercy and one of wrathWhen one cup is full, the other desolate standsUntil that day when they're out pouredAnd eternity is decided for evermore

For some the cup of wrath fillsContinually until it's near a spillAs the fiery contents reach the brim​the Lord views there is no more mercy for him

For others though things are not so bleakAs in His cup of mercy there are no leaksThey fight and strive to do His willEven through temptation and trial they continue still

His glory is real and for us it waitsTo been seen in its fullness in paradise or the fiery lakeAwake now to this the desperate cryLest the final day take you by surprise

Two cups sit in the Lord's handsEach with its own eternal bandsLay hold of this truth and reckon it trueThat the Lord's glory might overtake this world anewThat our eternity might be sealed whollyWith everlasting praises of holy, holy, holy